I decided to grow myself. I looked at the small remote control and wondered what would happen if I used it on myself. Would I grow like normal, or be stuck in a giant size? I thought it would be worth the risk. I pointed the remote at myself and pressed the grow button. To my surprise, I began to grow taller and taller, until I was towering over my sleeping son.
I looked down at him and smiled, excited to see his reaction when he woke up and realized his mommy was now the size of a giant.I felt my body expanding and stretching as I grew taller and taller. My dress was quickly becoming too short, barely covering my giantess legs. As I watched my son, my growing body began to feel heavy and clunky, my movements slow and lumbering.
I felt my skin tighten as I continued growing, pulling at the seams of my dress and ripping my hosiery. My breasts grew larger and heavier, the material of my dress stretching to contain them.
My feet grew thick and wide, tearing my heels from my shoes. My height continued to climb and I began to bump into the ceiling of my son's room.I looked up at the ceiling and realized that I had grown so tall that I could no longer fit in my son's room. I felt my head hit the ceiling and had to duck down to avoid further bumping into it.
My dress was torn and in tatters, exposing my giantess curves to the air. As my son slept peacefully on his bed, I wondered what I could do with my new size. I knew I wouldn't be able to fit through the door, so I would need to wait until my son woke up to find out.
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